Singe

You howl over trivial things
and think your ostensible tears
can get you what you desire

but I have been burnt enough
and now your singe
draws a crystal clear image
of your feigned state
on my aberrant mind

And that is the ​reason behind
my pretentious smirk

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30 thoughts on “Singe”

  1. Wow…Bravo Shantanu this is absolutely heartless.
    Written quite expressively with such vivid passionate imagery.
    It burns with coals of fire 🔥.
    The singe smell of heartless death. 😑👏

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